April 6th, 2007

saxon cross

A poem for Good Friday evening

Along the Road

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way,
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!
-- Robert Browning Hamilton